Sister M wanted to try a spin on the Turducken craze and came up with her own creation.

She shoved a ham up the turkeys ass and called it a Hurkey. She thought it would be tasty. I asked her how it went and she said that her Hurkey made people hurl. I laughed at her, which made her cry, which made me laugh even more and then she laughed. You have to give her credit for trying. She said after the guests were feeling better, they all had Hot Buttered Rum and shared memories of prior holiday fiascos. It's amazing how a group hurling can bring you closer to the ones you love.

It isn't the food that make a gathering go well, it's those who gather around the meal.

I better start working on my upper body strength if I want to get this off of my Bucket List.


It's got a good beat and you can dance to it.


Her chiropractor appointment cums next.


BUSTED!!!

I had a check up of my ribs. They are mending and the swelling has gone down a bit. It's a slow go, it's looking good but I still have to take it easy and not do anything strenuous. During the exam, the doctor tells me that I am fat and I need to lose about 15 pounds.

I give him a look and say "Pardon"?
This is my new General Physician and we are getting to know one another so I am not going to bite his head off just yet...lol

He then backtracks and says that he understands that I have been sedentary before and after the knee surgery and that the (now) injury to my ribs has laid me out, but that I shouldn't let it go too much longer in losing some weight.

Really Doc? I say.

First he tells me that my ribs will take at least 2 more months to heal and in another breath he tells me that I have to lose weight. I started to laugh and told him that it was me not listening to a doctor that got me into this mess and I'll be damned if I start to do anything to jeopardize anymore of my bones in order to lose a measly 15 pounds.

I know damn well that I have gained about 10 or so pounds. I just met this man and I found it rather rude and uncalled for to say such a thing as I am trying to mend. I will give him one more chance to see if we are a good fit.

It has changed, but still beautiful in different ways.

I traded the sauntering of innocent deer wandering about my yard to curious and howling coyotes lurking outside of my window.

Mother Nature is still all around me. As soon as I heel and am capable, I will seek more of her splendor.

Without wrapping your arms around them......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Kiss them on the forehead.
*sigh*

Well, of course! The bus broke down. Par for the hilarious course...lol.
I knew coming out here, there would come a time in which I would have to change my mode of transportation. I certainly didn't want to put a ton of miles on my own vehicle. The gas alone would have sucked me dry.
There are Van Rides and Car Pools, but you have to find someone with your schedule and there is a waiting list for most of them.
Then there is the bus. There are certain buses that run just for the department. They have 3 bus stops just for them. You drive your car to the meeting place and then hop on the bus! Simple!

Today I decided to start riding the bus until a carpool or van ride opens up. So yay! I made it to the bus stop, got on and off we went! I was enjoying the lovely desert scenery, the relaxation, the calm of the drive and people watched. I will start bringing a book. It was great!
I was looking forward to the ride home because I was going to watch the sun set on the desert. So after work, I went to the bus stop and waited. Then waited some more. I began to think that I missed it. But no, how can that be? I was 10 minutes early. Am I at the right stop? Yes, there is a sign. Hmmmm?
Finally, 20 minutes later a bus pulled up. But it wasn't my bus. The number was different and the destination sign was wrong. The door opened and the bus driver said "Your bus broke down, hop on in!"

You should have heard me laughing! (read below and you will know why I laughed) The bus driver muttered softly "Hell, I didn't get that reaction from the other riders"
I smiled the entire drive home. I was happy that they even sent a bus instead of making me wait 35 minutes longer for the next scheduled bus on for my drive.
Thank you Mr. Bus Service. You didn't leave me hanging.

Since the day of the move, here it is in a nut shell. Trust me, this is condensed...lol
Be prepared. It's full of twists and turns.

Day 1.
**The day I was to get the moving van I walked out my door and discovered that the management decided to start painting the apartment building. This was my first wth moment.
**So off we went and I was dropped off to get the truck.
**The Budget guy said another person rented my truck for one more day and they had promised they would return it before 0800.
**2 hours later I was still waiting for the truck that I had rented for a particular time. They got 2 fees for one truck! They wouldn't give me a partial refund and you can bet I will write the company office about that.
**For 2 hours I paid movers to sit around waiting for me.
**I finally arrive and the backup person to watch the movers load the truck couldn't make it. If you don't have one person inside and outside, you run the risk of things falling off of the truck. So I tried to watch it all. Remember this...I tried.
**They started to move things out of the apartment. Yes, you guessed it. There are paint spots on my furniture because the painters wouldn't stop for me to load up. They said something like "It's not our fault the management was stupid"
**What should have been a 2 hour job of pay turned into a 4 hour job because they were late getting me my reserved truck. There went the money I needed for other things.
**The movers tried to change their fee on me. I wouldn't have it and they knew it. So bite me!
**Got a call. The person who was supposed to drive the truck backed out. So I called my son and in a frantic panic arranged for him to get a rental car that day, he drove out and spent the night so he could drive the truck on Friday. A rental car for my son was another cost I didn't want or need....lol

Day 2.
**Friday @ 0500 we were off! So far so good. The bad luck is behind me. So you think.....hahahahhaa
**That night I was told there wouldn't be movers on the other end to unload the truck. I guess partying too hard on Halloween was a big mistake. WTH!! Panic sets it.

Day 3.
**Saturday morning the ex is following me as I drive the rental truck. All of a sudden a down pour hits us. An "I can't see crappola" rainstorm moves in. I slow down to a speedy 45 mph.
**The entire drive to my new apartment I am stressing as to how I will find day workers in a city that has banned day workers. But I can't worry about that. I have to concentrate on the drive in the storm.
**I arrive at the apartment as the ex scouts about for day workers. No such luck.
**A ray of hope is bestowed upon me. The apartment manager tells me that her sons are available. YAY! The daughter in law wants in on the fun and pay.
**The ex watches downstairs as I pay attention upstairs.
**The truck is clear to return (A day early I might add) and the guy asks me if it's full. I tell him that is it a hair, just hair past the full line. I filled it up and drove it 15 minutes. He tells me he has to charge a $35 fill fee. WTH! I ask him for some sympathy and he won't budge. I drove around the corner to put $7 in it.
**We drive back to OC for some rest and because my truck is there along with my clothing, some small boxes and my rocking chair.

Day 4.
**Sunday, the 3rd, I drove back alone and was going to spend my first night in the new place.
**I start to carry my rocking chair up the stairs and BAM! My knee gives way and I fall down the stairs. I hit my chest on the way down and land on ....yes....the newly fixed knee. A man runs over and gives me aid. He and his son carry my things upstairs.
**It's a good thing the wooden rocking chair cushioned my fall......lmao... By the way, the rocking chair didn't fair so well in the fall, either.
**After a good long cry, I go to bed. I know something is wrong with my ribs and chest, but I have to check in with the new department and job. I tell the new chief how I fell and he looks at me funny...lol

So now the rest of time since moving here.
**I make it to Wednesday and by this time the rib cage is pretty swollen. I went to the ER and was told I have a hair line crack, bruised ribs and a bruised breast bone.
**During the first week here, my computer wasn't working well and was about to die.
**Hell during the first week I was afraid to turn anything on! Whoever the electrician was for this building didn't tweak the sockets and each time I plugged something in, the light bulbs went Kapput! Too much current is my guess.
**Now to hook up the cable! It's simple they said. The cable wasn't working because they gave me the wrong cable lines...lol.
**Turns out I didn't use the cable for long because my TV blew up...lol. So no new tv for me. I have spent enough on this move.
**Okay, remember how I mentioned that my downstairs spotter couldn't make it when I was packing up? Well, you guessed it and won't believe that my box marked linens and sheets never made in onto the truck. I mean if you can't trust a migrant worker, who can you trust....lmao.
**Oh and while I mention the linens, let's add that the kitchen box of pots/pans and mixer didn't make in onto the truck either.
**By now I should have already unpacked the bins and boxes and taken some pics of my new place. I can barely lift my purse let alone a damn box! I have come to the peaceful acceptance that because my ribs and breast bone are injured, I really should just let the boxes be.

I have overcome and adapted to worse things. But needless to say, I did bust out crying a time or two. After all, I am only human. I have a suggestion for those who run out of towels or don't have any. An 800 cotton thread count sheet makes for a big body towel.

A simple move.......lol. Did I or did I not tell you it was full of laughs and holy shit moments?

I remember his smile and how he made me laugh.
I remember how it made me cry to hear him cry.
I remember how it made my Dad and Mother feel when he died.
I remember how young I was to not understand why they kept saying he was brave.
I remember finding out in my teen years why and how he died.
I remember later on in my years why they called him brave.
I remember thinking that I cannot be the only sister who remembered a brother that I loved and missed.
Then, I started to remember them all.
To this day, I remember and will never forget. Not my brother, not anyone.
They died. They were brave.
To those still with us, they are still brave. Everyone of them.

God Bless those who serve. Our Veterans deserve all of our support and love. Yes, some choose to voluntarily serve but even if you don't support war, we should support those who protect us, even if you don't agree with it all. Support the men and women, it is all that they ask. They protect us out of love. Love in return is all that they ask.

A few blogs bit the dust. What was supposed to happen, didn't. Gifs were supposed to be deleted, not the dang blogs. Oh well, life goes on. I had trouble getting into the site for a while. Again, life goes on.

On another note, so much has happened since I made the move last week. As noted before, I have quite a blog to construct. You will laugh, smile, think WTH?, say holy shit and possibly utter the words "You are such a nimrod, tighty" I have already done all of the above.

How in the hell are all of you? Give me the low down on what's going on. I still don't have the time to sit and just play on NN. I'm whooped, beat, and dragging ass. But I am not defeated! Muah!

The last 4 days have been filled with smiles, frowns and exhaustion! It has been quite eventful! I am in the new place and need some rest.

That is all.

xoxox